He's good with words.
That thought kept ringing in my head, louder than the dull ache left behind by Noah’s betrayal. For a brief moment, I forgot the sting of it — forgot the way his lies had wrapped around me like a noose.
I didn’t realize how tipsy I was until I stumbled down the hallway, my blurry eyes desperately scanning for the restroom sign. The walls seemed to tilt, and my heels scraped noisily against the floor. Somehow, I made it to the ladies' room, staggered inside, and barely managed to lock the door behind me.
Relief flooded me as I emptied my bladder, hoping I was sobering up. But as I washed my face, cold water dripping down my chin, my vision still danced. I reached into my purse, fumbling for my handkerchief, and dabbed at my face.
When I lifted my gaze to the mirror, I froze.
A man stood beside me, his crooked smile twisting into something ugly.
I blinked, convinced I was imagining things — a drunken hallucination. But when his icy fingers snatched my wrist, the cold bite of his grip told me otherwise.
"Get off me!" I slurred, twisting against him.
He staggered back, but not far enough. He was drunk too — swaying, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey. Before I could run, he lunged.
"Don’t fight it, sweetheart," he slurred, forcing me against the wall. His foul breath crawled over my skin as he shoved his face into my neck, tracing wet kisses across my collarbone.
"Let me go!" I shoved at his chest, but he was stronger — too strong. His hand fisted in my hair, jerking my head back.
"Shut up!" he growled. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood."
I knew what was coming — his hand twitching, ready to strike. I shut my eyes, bracing for the blow.
Instead, I heard a grunt — then the sharp crack of a fist connecting with bone.
I opened my eyes just in time to see the man crumple to the floor, groaning.
"Are you okay?" A voice — low and steady — cut through my panic.
I looked up to see him — my angel in human form. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and calm in a way that made me feel safe. His gaze softened when it landed on me.
"You drank too much, pretty," he murmured, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around my shoulders. His scent — clean, masculine, with a hint of spice — clung to the fabric.
I barely managed a weak smile before my legs gave out beneath me.
"Whoa," he caught me just before I hit the floor. "Easy now."
Before I knew it, I was in his arms, my head nestled against his chest. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my ear, comforting and warm.
I giggled softly as he set me down in his car.
"You’re leaving already?" I slurred, my fingers curling into his shirt. "Stay."
I tugged at him, clumsily trying to kiss him.
He caught my wrists and gently pushed me back into the seat. "Not tonight," he said with a soft smile. "Get some rest."
The door clicked shut, and the last thing I remembered was the warmth of his scent lingering in the air as sleep swallowed me whole.
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I woke to the sensation of hands — warm, strong hands — shifting beneath my legs and back. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw him carrying me again. My head lolled to his chest, and I smiled, too drowsy to resist.
He laid me on the bed and tucked the blanket around me. Before I could thank him, his lips brushed my forehead — soft, lingering.
Moments later, I heard the shower running.
Curiosity got the better of me. With barely enough strength to stand, I staggered toward the bathroom. Peeking through the door, I froze.
The water cascaded down his body, tracing every defined muscle — his broad chest, his sculpted biceps, the sharp lines that dipped below his dick. His damp hair slicked back, revealing a strong jaw and high cheekbones.
He opened his eyes — piercing and dark.
I laughed — probably louder than I should have. The vodka still clouded my thoughts.
He didn’t seem startled, just... amused. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the shower.
"You wanna take a bath?" he asked, voice low and smooth.
I nodded — too quickly — and stumbled forward.
His arm shot out, steadying me. "Easy," he murmured.
I leaned into him, hugging myself to his damp body. His skin was cold from the water, yet his warmth still seeped through.
"Let’s get you cleaned up," he whispered, guiding me inside.
His fingers found the zipper of my dress, sliding it down my spine. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed in nothing but my black bra and panties.
He lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, and carried me back under the shower’s spray. My body shivered against the cold tiles, but his touch chased the chill away.
His hands slid over my skin — gentle but firm — washing away the alcohol, the grime, the night’s mess. His fingers tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp as he worked the shampoo through my strands. I closed my eyes, melting under his touch.
"You’re so good at this," I mumbled sleepily.
He chuckled. "Lucky for you, I’ve had practice."
When he finished, he wrapped me in a fluffy towel and carried me back to the bedroom.
In his walk-in closet, he grabbed a soft polo shirt and slipped it over my head. His hands drifted under the fabric, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. My panties soon followed, sliding down my legs with barely a whisper.
I felt like a child — drowsy, pliant — as he tucked me back beneath the blankets.
This time, I reached for him again.
"Stay," I murmured, fingers curling weakly around his wrist.
He sighed softly, brushing my hair from my face. "Not here," he whispered, pressing another kiss to my forehead. "Not tonight."
His eyes — deep blue and stormy — lingered on mine for a moment longer.
"You’re a gentleman," I mumbled with a sleepy grin.
He chuckled under his breath. "I didn’t know you could still talk after downing six shots of sangria and a vermouth cocktail."
I giggled, my eyelids drooping.
"Sleep," he whispered.
I watched him walk to the couch across the room, still wrapped in his robe. He stretched out, face tilted toward the ceiling, a tired sigh escaping his lips.
He stayed there, watching over me as my world faded to black.
Kat’s POVI woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that made my skull feel like it had been caught in a vice. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light filtering through a window I didn’t recognize. The room smelled faintly of cologne — warm, musky, and unfamiliar.I sat up, groaning as my head throbbed. Memories from last night slammed into me — the bar, the shots of sangria, bragging like an idiot about my high school drinking days.And then... the bathroom.My stomach twisted. That man — the one who tried to corner me. The one who almost...I shivered. Someone saved me. A man.I turned my head — and froze.My black lingerie hung over a nearby couch.Panic shot through me. Oh God. Had I slept with that man?I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to push through the fog in my brain. Vague flashes flickered — giggling in the bathroom, staggering into the room, a man’s hands steadying me... then...Oh no.I bolted out of bed, my breath ragged. My purse was on the
The next day, I sat slumped in the cafeteria, my coffee mug barely warm between my hands.“She said, ‘Get out and never come back,’” I muttered.Noelle raised her brows and scoffed. “Like I care.” She leaned back in her chair with an exaggerated shrug.“You should,” I said. “We need the money.”Noelle shook her head. “I can always ask my parents.”I shot her a look. “Aren’t you a little too old for that? Gosh, you’ve gotta quit that ‘gig’ and get a real job.”Her eyes rolled skyward. “Yeah, sure. Because flipping burgers at Harry’s is such a career move.”I huffed in frustration and reached for my mug again. That’s when I saw them — two guys walking into the café.My gaze locked on one of them. Familiar brown hair, broad shoulders, and a confident stride that made my stomach churn. Memories came rushing back — heated whispers, tangled sheets, and a bitter morning after. My chest tightened.“Oh no,” I muttered.“You okay?” Noelle asked, noticing my stare. She turned to look — and gasped
"She didn't take her pills with her," Elle's voice muttered, barely above a whisper."Ooh... okay," a deep male voice replied.I could hear faint voices in the background — Elle’s familiar tone, calm yet worried, and that deeper voice… one I didn’t recognize."Why is she taking pills?" the man asked.Elle coughed lightly, avoiding the question."Shh! Are you trying to wake her up?" she snapped, her voice sharper now."You all are," I muttered, still keeping my eyes closed."We're sorry!" they whispered in unison."No use apologizing now." I sighed, forcing my eyes open. The dim room greeted me, and Elle stood nearby, one hand on her hip like she was about to scold me. My gaze shifted to the man beside her — and my heart nearly stopped."You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, sitting up. "What the hell are you doing here?""Relax," the man said, his voice smooth but annoyingly casual. "I just saved your life."I winced as a sharp pain shot through my head."Saved her?" Elle asked, he
I weaved through the crowded club, balancing a tray of drinks as I made my way to the raised platform. It was more of a lounge than anything else—dim lighting, plush couches, and low coffee tables scattered around.I set the drinks down and hurried back to my barstool. Despite the steady crowd, there wasn’t much demand for drinks tonight.My gaze drifted to the dance floor—flashing lights, bodies swaying to the bass. I tried not to look at him.The stalker.He had claimed a corner of the bar yet again, pretending to sip his drink while watching me work. Ever since that attack on my way home, he’d been showing up like clockwork—silent and brooding.Once, he'd turned up at 5 p.m., just sitting there like he owned the place. He’d order random things, barely touch them, and stare. Always staring.I'd confronted him before. Told him to leave me alone.“I’m not following you,” he’d said in that low, frustratingly calm voice.Yet somehow, I'd always end up walking home with him in awkward sil
"Good morning, Kat."I looked up to see Noelle standing in the doorway, balancing a tray of pancakes with a proud smile on her face."Morning, Elle," I greeted, returning her smile."Want some pancakes? I made them myself," she announced proudly.I sat up in bed, stretching my stiff limbs. "Sure."She placed the tray on my lap and settled beside me on the bed. I grabbed a pancake, took a bite, and hummed in approval."This is good," I said between chews."I knew it!" She grinned wide, clearly pleased with herself."One hundred percent," I added, giving her a thumbs-up.But then her smile faltered. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, like she was gearing up to say something."What's wrong?" I asked.She hesitated. "It's… well… my mom's out of cash. We've been struggling lately. Could you… lend me some money? I’ll pay you back, I swear."I stopped chewing, my eyes narrowing. "I spoke to your mom yesterday, and she didn’t mention anything about that.""Ah… she called me last night whi
Aiden's POV"Moan my name, baby.""Aiden...""Do you love it? Do you love my dick?" I whispered, biting her ear.She gasped and arched her back, moaning louder."Yeah... that's it," I groaned, driving deeper and faster. Her cries filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I felt it building — that sharp, electrifying rush."Hold on... I'm gonna cum," I growled against her lips.Moments later, I yanked her hair back roughly as I spilled across her face. She blinked up at me, breathless and dazed."Lick it up," I ordered. She hesitated — just long enough for me to smirk — then did as I told her.Grabbing my robe from the cushion, I draped it over my body and turned back to find her still sprawled on my bed."What are you still doing here?" I asked coldly.Her tired eyes flicked up at me. Frankly, I was surprised she could still move after six rounds."Thanks for the sex, but you can go now." My tone was clipped, but I tried to sound civil."What?" Her voice sho
Kat's POVI cocked a brow at his words.I didn’t ask what he meant, and he didn’t explain either. My nerves were crawling beneath my skin. Restless. Agitated. I wanted to stand up and walk right out that door. But I couldn't — not with Noelle’s mom still fighting for her life in the hospital.“How much?” I asked, my voice dry.“Four hundred thousand a month.”My breath caught. “Huh?”“I’ll pay half upfront, and if you finish the job in a month, you'll get the other half.”I blinked, trying to process what he was saying.I was only 24. I'd been in my second year of studying to become a therapist when my parents died. That dream had shattered overnight. Now, I worked as a secretary just to scrape by — and my yearly salary wasn’t even close to fifteen grand.But four hundred thousand... in one month?It sounded impossible. Therapists make an average of six grand a month — maybe ten at best. Some barely made three thousand starting out. I'd need years of study and experience to see numbers
Aiden's POVI spotted my driver and Jeremy leaning against my classic BMW as I stepped out of the airport.Jeremy straightened and opened the car door for me."To the site," I instructed."Yes, sir."The drive was quiet. When we arrived at my office building, Jeremy stepped out first, opening the door once more.I ignored the greetings that followed me inside — they knew better than to expect a reply.My father built this company from the ground up and eventually handed it to me. Since he died, my mother has taken over more responsibilities than I ever expected. She's held things together better than I could — impressive, considering I’m rarely in the country.At the elevator, I pressed my thumb to the scanner. The doors slid open, and Jeremy joined me inside. He hit the button for the 54th floor."Morning, sir," my secretary greeted me as I stepped into my office. She followed closely behind, placing a steaming cup of coffee on my desk.I eyed the stack of files beside it."What’s thi
"Stay away from her and read your books."Nicole turned from the words she was memorizing to her mother."Mom, are you okay?.""I should ask you that. Why did Lilly's mother call me now?. Answer me,"Aiden walks in immediately."What is going on, Honey?." He asked looking from his wife to his daughter."Isn't she too young to fall in love?, love isn't what she should be thinking of right now. And well, that girl's mother is Lily Mila. The one we know of." Kat shouted and walked out of the room.Nicole looked at her dad."Dad, what is going on?. Why's my mom so angry with me?."Aiden replied, "Stay put and I'll talk to your mother."He walks away.Reaching the room, Kat was walking to and fro the room agitatedly. The way Lily talked to her over the phone would make anyone worried.Lily had called her and complained that Nicole made her daughter cry, not only that, that Nicole had taken after her in snatching men.Nicole was too young to be accused of such."Calm down, Kathleen. You're
Kathleen and Aiden made it downstairs together. Kat listened to Aiden after he told her to smile and act like everything's fine so that this would not make her visitor uncomfortable."So which family did you come from?." Aiden asked."The Miles family sir." The young girl replied.Kat asked, "You said your name's Lilly?. Like Lilly Miles?."The girl nodded and she looked at Aiden.Aiden whispered, "Don't tell me you're thinking of..?."Kat bent down and exclaimed, "Oh my god!."Nicole was just watching her parents reactions. As a smart kid, she already knew that her mom was not happy with her guest, then why?. What happened in high school that caused such insecurity?.That has been the question running through her mind."Mom, will I sleep at her place now?." Nicole tactically asked. To ask in front of her friend might make her give in to her. Nicole knew exactly where to get her mother."Fine. But I want you back the next morning. And also stay out of trouble." She ordered.Lilly and
"Nicole.." Lilly screamed, running towards her, she closes her locker and turned around."Xup, Lilly." She grumpily said.Lilly stopped smiling and asked her, "Why do you look sad?.""My mom disagreed, she'd asked me to bring you so she can see you."Lilly's face fell.Too bad."Well, my mom agreed. She'd asked to see the only friend who helped me with my school work." She replied,Lilly repeated classes after she fell numerous times, she was one year older than Nicole and they've become friends after she begged Nicole to help her with school works.Lilly is eleven and Nicole is ten.Nicole was the most popular and brilliant girl in school. She'd won so many trophies for the school."I think you would have to come to my house after school." Nicole said as they both walked away."Well, I've never met your mom. I know you must take after her," Lilly mused. Her friend was perfect, she had the perfect family, mom, dad, grandparents but Lilly never got to meet her dad, she only had her mom
"What do you want me to do now?."Kathleen turned to Nicole, she had been begging her to allow her sleep in a friend's place."Nic, I do not want to talk about this anymore." Kathleen huffed and said, then started walking up the stairs.She walked into Fiona's room and sat down beside her.Nicole came running in, but halted when she saw Kat sitting beside Fiona.The both older women were now looking at her, Kat said, "Nicole, are you here to ask your grandma to beg me?."Nicole almost broke into tears."Mom.."Fiona looked from kat to Nicole."What is going on?."Kat answered, looking at Nicole, "Your precious granddaughter is begging me to let her sleep over a friend's place. When I was at her age, I'd never think of that," She finished and Nicole looked down."Who's this friend?, because I know you don't have friends," Aiden asked, making everyone look at him. No one even noticed he was standing at the threshold. Kat could not take her eyes off him, he looked really handsome in a ca
Noelle ran outside, cutting Aiden off on what he was about to say to Dylan."Did you know she remembered?."Aiden and Dylan were confused."She remembered what?." He'd asked.Noelle breathed out. The way she ran had made her out of breath. She was trying to calm down too."Kat got back her memory."Aiden's eyes widened as he took up the run inside.Dylan and Noelle looked at each other for another moment without speaking to each other.He came closer to her and picked up her hand."I'm sorry that I walked out on you earlier." He said, lowly.Noelle smiled and hugged him quickly."I see that you are happy over the news."She disengaged from the hug."All my life, my life has evolved around Kathleen. I shared in her pains and in her happy days. I never really cared if I lived for her but I am glad. Do you know why?. She is fine. She's okay. And her sorrow days are over now.""You're a good friend. You've stood by her and you've fulfilled what a sister would do."He tucked her hair behin
"Helena?." Kat called."Kathleen," Helena called back."Wow. You two know each other, but I thought you lost your memory forever," Clara said and earned a glare from Kat and Helena."You. How dare you?. How dare you destroy my life?." Kat fumed and started getting up. Her eyes had turned stone cold and her hands were clenched."Not only did you destroy Natalie's life, you went ahead to destroy hers?. Why do you keep hurting the people I care for?." Helena stated firmly. Her guns were firmly pointed at Clara."If you come close to me, I will kill you both." Clara stated with fear.Just then, the police came running around them with their guns. All pointing their guns at Clara."Get down now!." One of the policemen yelled at Clara.It didn't take long before Clara realized that she lost. She had lost her battle. Her eyes were fixated at Aiden who had come running to Kathleen. A tear dropped as she saw both hugged and Aiden kissed her passionately.Her face went red.She screamed."Noooo
She snatched the binocular away and rushed outside.She viewed from the front porch.She didn't know this person.Who's this person?.She squinted her eyes and took a look again.That face?.What?.…...End of recapKathleen stood at the middle of the field, looking towards the direction of Clara in which she had taken in. She breathed out, watching her come closer. She'd thought that Clara was one tough girl who fought a million times after seeing lots of huge fighting men beside her, but she thought wrong, Clara was an opposite.A girl who had a silk skin, beautiful eyes and innocent looks. She'd imagined if she at all had left a prison. Clara was beautiful and classic and…"Wow..you look different." Clara cut off her thoughts with a strong voice.Okay, Kathleen underestimated her looks. She's really rude.Kathleen didn't wanna go round the bush but said in a very straight tone."Where's my daughter?."Clara smirked."Ooh. You've got some balls now. I didn't expect to see you.""You
She reached her room and sat down, her eyes looking into the phone every minute, waiting for any call.Suddenly, Aiden walked in. She breathed out and didn't look at him.Aiden walks further and stands in front of her, but doesn't touch her.Aiden mumbled, "Okay, I'm sorry." He apologized.Kat looked up, in her eyes, he was tired. He wanted everything to end, it was like everything was not gonna ever end in his family. His family was never gonna be together and his enemies made sure of that."You don't have to apologize.." She said but paused midway and looked up at him. Her eyes glinted, although she knew nothing about this woman, she was bent on getting her hands on her. She'd wished she found a way to catch her.Aiden bent down quickly, "I promise to get her out of the way, nothing will happen to you or our daughter." He sincerely stated.Kat shrugged."Do everything you can, Aiden."Aiden smiled and got up. He needed to shower and get ready for what is to come. He pulled off his w
"Kathleen, Kathleen…"Nicole called but Kat didn't look up. She was speaking to one of the maids in the kitchen, and Nicole was surprised.She walked into the kitchen and touched her and Kat turned instantly."I've been calling you, you seem not to answer."Kat was confused, "Call me?.""I've been screaming your name for like ages," Nicole repeated.It then dawned on Kat that she was called Kathleen, not Lisa."Oh my god!. I'm so sorry. I've not been acquainted with the name yet. You know I lived with this name for five years."Noelle nodded understandably."Aiden asked me to remind you of the doctor's appointment. He just left for his office now,""How could he just leave like that?, he was supposed to take me there," She said, frowning."It was urgent, anyway I could take you there and maybe we could catch up like old times, I will tell you about yourself to help you remember,"Kat smiled at Noelle, she appreciated her, "Thank you, Noelle. I'm very happy that you could help. I still